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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 18:08:45 GMT -6
"Both," she told him, "For myself, and for others. And I do adapt my designs as I need to, as I see what other people are wearing and how they wear it."
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 18:26:10 GMT -6
He nodded his head at her, smiling. "A good answer. If you're being honest you'll go far then. If you're willing to adapt you'll get it eventually and find someone who appreciates your skill. Just keep at it. These things take time."
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 18:28:07 GMT -6
"Time is not something I have," she told him, "I'm not doing very well, monetarily."
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 18:42:04 GMT -6
Richard frowned. Money did have this clear way of wrecking dreams. "You don't have anyone who can help support you?" he asked her, concerned.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 18:51:00 GMT -6
"I'm alone."
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 18:57:05 GMT -6
Was that true? Was she actually alone? No friends? No family? Was that why she didn't care about gambling her life? If that was true, it was quite sad.
"I can be a patron then," he said without hesitation. The girl was good. Really good. It would be a shame to see her give up on her dreams because of little green pieces of paper. Richard couldn't really consider himself wealthy; but, he'd help out where he could. Besides, no one should consider themselves alone.
He distractedly wondered if he was too gullible. He had no proof the girl was actually alone and couldn't handle things on her own. But he doubted she would have gone through this elaborate ruse just to try and get a little money. And even if she had...so what? There were more important things than money. It wouldn't kill him to help her out even if she was lying.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 18:59:15 GMT -6
"If nothing else, let me give you clothing input. A suit's a good start," she told him, "But last night? You looked like crap."
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 19:06:06 GMT -6
He smiled back at Miss Clarke. Here he was helping her and she started out by criticizing him. She had a lot of nerve. He really liked it. He respected boldness and brutal honesty.
"And explain to me why looking like crap is a problem? It was comfortable and I was off hours. I didn't really need to worry about people taking me seriously."
He gazed down at his suit with distaste. "This is no where near as comfortable as nice as it looks."
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 19:07:31 GMT -6
"I can find you some ideas that suit both needs," she said.
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 19:11:36 GMT -6
"I'd be grateful for that," he admitted. He typically tuned out all the stares but they could get old fast.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 19:12:57 GMT -6
"Good," she said, "We'll deal with that later."
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 19:19:40 GMT -6
He chuckled. "Anyone ever tell you you're bossy?" he asked her.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 19:22:17 GMT -6
"Hm...don't believe so," she said.
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Post by Richard Drago on Oct 27, 2013 19:23:20 GMT -6
"Then allow me to be the first," he said with a smile. Not like that was necessarily a bad thing. The girl had plans and knew what she wanted.
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Post by Noa Clarke/Sierra Forrester on Oct 27, 2013 19:31:17 GMT -6
"Well then, you hold that honor."
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